Out of time

Ever wonder if you were born in the wrong time? The wrong decade, century, age, etc.

Perhaps it is just a natural response to feeling disconnected from mainstream society. Perhaps it is a hunger for a perceived condition that never existed.

Perhaps it is a temporary ability to forget the wonders of modern plumbing.

Sometimes I do wish I'd been born in another age. The modern world has a lot going for it, but it seems we've sacrificed a lot along the way. Or maybe it is just revisionist history.

Maybe it is fear that we're at a cusp, and that we're truly approaching or at the point where a handful of people could destory everything we've built, dreamed, and thought about in our history.

Once we go into space to stay, we won't be under that sword of Damocles. Whatever may happen to us, some part of the race will survive. We'll be too spread out to threaten our own existance. But the Earth is just a single place, and our capabilities continue to grow.

So, we yearn for a time when however horrible things got, there was always enough left to come back. Tens of millions of people died in the second world war. Whole cities were devestated. Artifacts and art were destroyed or lost all across the globe. But we survived, and built new wonders. Nor was there really much doubt that we would.

Today might be different, and tomorrow will be.

The clock is ticking down, and we don't know how long it has left. All that we can be sure of is that if we go back, we'll have longer to go to the end.